The Biker Chronicles - Chapter 3
On a long and lovely highway east of Hyderabad
We listened to the engines moaning out as a one note song...
6.15 am at Tawakkal Cafe. Ceremonial chai and cigarette. Warm and feed the beasts, load up and ship out. 7 am.
Highway 9 in 15 minutes. 115 km/hr.
Suryanamaskaram. Biker chick.
...thoughts were wandering the way they always do
...riding eighteen hours and there’s so much, so much to do...
Thinking, zoning, thinking, zoning.
Swirling Fog. Pile-up. Backtrack - double omelettes and special chai.
91 km in 70 minutes. 100 km/hr for 2 continuous minutes.
Close call for V- I told you not to do that...
Here I am - on the road again...
Strange death ceremonies at 'chilling centre'
Off-roading on goat paths to the top of a mountain. Temple.
Passion Peak. Rock of Frustration. Tree of Knowledge... (heh heh)
...walk into this restaurant strung out from the road
...feel the eyes upon you, as you’re shaking off the cold...
Onion dosas and omelettes.
Strange leather-clad fools, driving all this way.
Here I am - on the road again...
Out there in the sunlight, you’re a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the pain cuts through your body like the music that you play...
Middle of the afternoon and still on the way there. Push, push, push.
100 km more than expected, 2 and a half hours later than expected.
Tired, but gladdened by the sights and sounds...Kalachakra
Hot chinky women, one vision in green-turquoise; Monks in robes, surgical face masks; very expensive knick knacks, Tibetan rock music.
In the middle of the madding crowd, souvenirs.
Later in the evening, you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she said
And here I am - on the road again...
Setting sun and 300 km to go.
Resigned to fate. Early dinner before going into the void. Key panic (heh heh)
Night driving in the zone, nicotine and nostalgia stops.
Blind bus drivers and their damned blinding headlights.
Arrival at Midnight, and in a strange state of euphoria. And still up for more.
Celebratory chai...and the day's last cigarette.
She injured herself during the trip, she was pushed to her limits, and she still said little by the end of it all - she just purred seductively.
Michelle...you amaze me... :-)
I’m a highway junkie, I need that old white line...
600 km. 18 hours on the road. 3 travellers, 2 bikes, 1 religious festival.
The Third Chapter of The Biker Chronicles.
[Kalachakra is a Buddhist tantric practice belonging to the Highest Yoga Tantras the empowerment for which has traditionally been given in Tibet to large gatherings of people. HH the Dalai Lama will be giving the empowerment for the 30th time in his life at Amaravati in January 2006.
www.kalachakra2006.com]
We listened to the engines moaning out as a one note song...
6.15 am at Tawakkal Cafe. Ceremonial chai and cigarette. Warm and feed the beasts, load up and ship out. 7 am.
Highway 9 in 15 minutes. 115 km/hr.
Suryanamaskaram. Biker chick.
...thoughts were wandering the way they always do
...riding eighteen hours and there’s so much, so much to do...
Thinking, zoning, thinking, zoning.
Swirling Fog. Pile-up. Backtrack - double omelettes and special chai.
91 km in 70 minutes. 100 km/hr for 2 continuous minutes.
Close call for V- I told you not to do that...
Here I am - on the road again...
Strange death ceremonies at 'chilling centre'
Off-roading on goat paths to the top of a mountain. Temple.
Passion Peak. Rock of Frustration. Tree of Knowledge... (heh heh)
...walk into this restaurant strung out from the road
...feel the eyes upon you, as you’re shaking off the cold...
Onion dosas and omelettes.
Strange leather-clad fools, driving all this way.
Here I am - on the road again...
Out there in the sunlight, you’re a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the pain cuts through your body like the music that you play...
Middle of the afternoon and still on the way there. Push, push, push.
100 km more than expected, 2 and a half hours later than expected.
Tired, but gladdened by the sights and sounds...Kalachakra
Hot chinky women, one vision in green-turquoise; Monks in robes, surgical face masks; very expensive knick knacks, Tibetan rock music.
In the middle of the madding crowd, souvenirs.
Later in the evening, you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she said
And here I am - on the road again...
Setting sun and 300 km to go.
Resigned to fate. Early dinner before going into the void. Key panic (heh heh)
Night driving in the zone, nicotine and nostalgia stops.
Blind bus drivers and their damned blinding headlights.
Arrival at Midnight, and in a strange state of euphoria. And still up for more.
Celebratory chai...and the day's last cigarette.
She injured herself during the trip, she was pushed to her limits, and she still said little by the end of it all - she just purred seductively.
Michelle...you amaze me... :-)
I’m a highway junkie, I need that old white line...
600 km. 18 hours on the road. 3 travellers, 2 bikes, 1 religious festival.
The Third Chapter of The Biker Chronicles.
[Kalachakra is a Buddhist tantric practice belonging to the Highest Yoga Tantras the empowerment for which has traditionally been given in Tibet to large gatherings of people. HH the Dalai Lama will be giving the empowerment for the 30th time in his life at Amaravati in January 2006.
www.kalachakra2006.com]
spouted by Non-Sensei at 1/13/2006 12:36:00 AM
7 Comments:
sigh...wish i clda come.
i was hea! i SO was hea! know this, mere mortal.. that i.was.here.
oy be carefull, 115km/hr???? thrs no rush in my head
instead I'm having a panic attack
take care
@make it new: yeah, that would've been nice.
@AC: ok, you've made your feelings clear...
@pentafence : awww..aint that so sweet... :-) nice to see you here.
@SF : sure, no problem.
@blur : i will. thanks for the concern re.. :-)
@smashin pumpkins : ah well, it's not the smartest thing to do, but biking is an addiction. :-) Hi Rianna.
i love love love this song, esp segar's
howsya been?
i guess u r on ur way to become "the highway star"!!
Man... i miss my bike!!
@dewdrop : :-) yeah, I love it too. I'm fine, how have you been?
@adi: I know...criminal no?! but, not to worry, nothing serious at all...
@the devil : long way to go for that man... :-)
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